at her café
a divorcée
(a famed gourmet
whose sobriquet
was Dixie Mae)
made a purée
and a parfait
with a soufflé
for the entrée.
She played reggae,
drank Beaujolais,
and with a “bray”
her dziggetai
took her away
to Paraguay
where on the quay
near her chalet
from March to May
she pays her way
with a plié
and grand jeté
in a ballet
by G. Fauré.
This story may
be mere hearsay
but anyway
that’s all I’ll say
(ou bien je vais
continuerai
pour l’eternité).